t Waving everybody goodnight, as I can't keep my eyes open anymore, and "touch typing" requires the typist to be awake, even if their eyes may be shut
I don't know how I'm going to meet this deadline. The work just seems to grow, the more I try to go ahead with it.
But I won't think about it now. Mainly because I'm sleeping on my feet. Um, I mean, on my chair. My body pretty much has the shape of a chair by now.
t /babbling. For now
[Edited because, duh, typing when half-asleep contains typos by definition.]
I just took the NY Times "Test Your Disaster IQ" and came up a "Survival Expert" - which is rather amusing. (I know that I'll need water but do I have a 3-days supply of water handy? No. Nor do I have batteries for my flashlight or even a good non-plug in radio.)
Been getting a taste of what disabled people go through routinely. Been walking with a cane this week (bad case of plantar fasciitis). And the nasty comments people make. Like when they have to go around me because I'm slow getting through the door. "You may have all day. I don't." (Followed by little girl accompanying the commenter "yeah, we don't have all day". Great lesson to teach your kid Mom.) Or when I'm able to put down the cane briefly to get something off the shelf: "look, he's faking it." I hope to off the cane soon. But I have to admit I'm shocked that deliberate rude remarks (from freakin adults) are so common.
Man, people really do suck.
Hey! I know the woman who wrote the book on surviving disaster.
You could try saying loudly "Next week I won't have a cane, but you'll still be rude!"
Sorry, dude, welcome to my world.
Now you know why I love it when Dr. House is so rude.
Or why it bonded me to Keith Olbermann when he answered his detractors with "Save oxygen. Kill yourself."
(I should be horrified,but I never felt so close to a notorious person. Although he is not allowed to e-mail the public anymore because he did that.)
Good one, Theodosia!
Happy birthday, Fred Pate!!
Yay, Cubs won! They were down 7-6 at the 7th-inning stretch, but by the end of that inning, they were up 11-7, which was the final score. Thank you, Soriano, for the 3-run homer.
I know you can get vanilla sugar from Penzey's Spices.
Polgara! I almost called you this weekend to see if you wanted to hang out.
Hey, chica! S'ok, I had a fairly busy weekend anyway, where "busy" is defined as "too much shopping."
